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YE STANDARD DISCLAIMER
This story contains acts of an explicit sexual nature which are
described in pretty graphic detail.
You should not read this story if you are not considered an adult
by law in your country ('cos I'm not taking any responsibility if
you do).
No resemblance to any persons or demonic entities is intended or
implied (though if you infer it that's up to you).
You can distribute freely, 'cos I wrote it, as long as you don't
sell it ... Oh yeah, and include this bit, eh ?
Content: MFF (demon), v.mild pain, goth
This is only my second story (a follow-up to "Last Night
Together", my first), so any _constructive_ comments or criticism
is welcomed (inkubus@shima.demon.co.uk or on the appropriate
newsgroup)
Enjoy,
Inkubus };->
'Blood Ties'
by
Inkubus
Byronee stirred under the expanse of white silken sheet, her
lithe body twisting as her dream slipped into the realm of
nightmares. The long nails on her fingers transformed into her
natural claws and scrabbled at the pillow as small ivory horns
forced their way through her mass of ebony hair. With a start she
woke, suddenly bolt upright in the bed, the sheet slipping down to
her waist revealing her firm ivory breasts heaving as she sought
to control her breathing. Eyes wide she held out a hand in front
of her face; the skin was so pale she almost imagined she could
see through it ... no not imagined. The sickening tumbling of her
stomach was an experience she had last sensed over 20 years ago
and hoped she'd never feel again. As her whole body began to fade
away she could hear the whisper of her True Name inside her head
"Hes'Fd'lla ... Hes'Fd'lla", then she was gone from the room, the
sheet falling through where her body had been moments earlier onto
an empty bed. The bed chamber was empty and silent except for the
rapidly dying echoes of Byronee's final scream.
She felt herself surrounded by the darkness; no up, no down,
just the sensation of twisting, random movement in the void, her
now extended bat-like wings whipping uselessly against the
nothingness, with only the voice repeating in her head for
companionship, increasing in volume all the time,
"Hes'Fd'lla ... Hes'Fd'lla ..."
After seconds of eternity she felt the slight directional tug
that meant the journey would soon be over pulling her in one
specific direction, gently at first, then more strongly until she
was racing through the blackness. Still the voice inside her
became louder,
"Hes'Fd'lla ... Hes'Fd'lla"
As the voice rose to a screaming intensity a small white dot
appeared in the void ahead of her ... her destination. She hurtled
towards the spot of light faster, faster, faster until it began to
grow in front of her, soon becoming so intense that hurt to look
at the light. Closer, closer, brighter, brighter the light seared
through her eyelids to the cornflower blue irises beneath. She
threw her hands in front of her face but the light burned though
them too as she entered the radiance, the voice now unbearable
inside her head, her senses overwhelmed to the point of collapse.
Then it was over.
In her crouch she could feel the flagstones beneath her feet
and left knee, rough against her skin. In the room she could hear
the rapid, shallow breathing a single person, heart racing from
their exertion and the soft spitting of the 5 tallow candles that
surrounded her. Slowly she let her mortal form reassert itself,
drawing the indications of her demonic nature back into her body,
and removed her hands from in front of her face. Raising her head
she opened her eyes to view her new surroundings ... no coven hall
this, just a bedroom with the rough hewn furniture pushed back to
the walls, a crude pentagram of salt on the floor with candles at
each point of the star providing the room’s only light ... and her
prison.
The man in front of her was also not what she had expected.
This was no old man dressed in ostentatious robes surrounded by
the expected paraphernalia of sorcery but a youth of perhaps mid-
twenties dressed simply in a white loose fitting, tie-fronted
shirt and rough trousers, bare-footed with just a large book open
on the floor in front of him. His arms were still raised high from
the final gestures of the incantation, a drop of his required
blood dripped from the small cut on his palm and his perspiring
face, surrounded by a tousled mop of brown hair, looked upwards to
the ceiling.
She rose gracefully to her feet, the candles casting a
flickering orange glow across the pale skin of her naked body,
emphasizing the dark of her raven hair and pubic patch, and deep
hued crimson lips and nipples. Her eyes locked onto those of the
other figure in the room as he lowered his face to view the
results of his work. Her voice was icy cold as she spoke the
expected litany,
"You have called my True Name. I have heard and been summoned
across the planes of existence to this place. What do you want of
me ?"
The man lowered his arms tore his brown eyes away from the
vision in front of him and crouched down to inspect the magical
tome lying on the floor. Byronee studied him closely and her voice
softened, suddenly melodious and warm,
"Tonight is not going to be any fun with you out there and me
in here ... unless you just like looking"
She swept the hair away from her face and let her right arm
drop slowly down across her body, running the backs of her long
nails along the line of her shoulder blade then down the curve of
her left breast, gently scraping over the erectile tissue of her
areola causing it to harden. Her hand continued its descent over
her flat stomach, coming to rest to the right of her dark pubic
mound against the pale, creamy flesh of her inner thigh. His hazel
eyes followed its track with lustful gaze but he did not move from
his crouch on the floor,
"I may be young but I'm not foolish enough to release you
from the circle without some sort of binding incantation or other
protection. My Master would kill me if I let you free, even if you
didn't do so first"
"Well then since you cannot bind me with what you have here
and will not let me out of the circle I have a ... suggestion"
"Yes", his voice was cautious
"If you return me whence you summoned me I will give you a
night of passion and ecstasy that you will never forget ...
apprentices do not usually have many such opportunities during
their training I believe ?"
She was right; it showed on his face and, she noticed,
between his legs. She let a delicate smile play around her full
lips.
"But I told you I won't release you from the circle and I'm
certainly not entering it !"
"There is no need for you to do so. Take that long mirror
from against the wall and place it half in and half out of the
circle ... do not be so troubled, I give you an Oath on my True
Name this will not release me and you know that I cannot harm you
while I remain confined"
He considered for some moments then came to his decision. He
manoeuvred the mirror as she had asked, careful not to break the
circle of salt as he did so, while Byronee waited patiently for
him to compete the task.
She positioned herself by the mirror so that he could view
her reflection in the glass, while he fidgeted nervously.
"Look in to the mirror, ... what is your name ?"
"Sebastien"
"Well Sebastien, I am called Byronee and this is ... let’s
call her Imogene"
"Who ? Your reflection ?"
"Look closely"
She moved her hand up to touch the glass, her image following
her move with predictable precision, then closing her eyes she
muttered. The reflection in the mirror shimmered and blurred
before his eyes then as she moved her hand away the image's hand
followed it out of the silvered surface into the room. The image,
no longer under the control of the physics of light and reflective
surfaces, stepped slowly through the portion of the mirror outside
the enchanted circle and into the room. Sebastien stumbled
backwards, the backs of his knees reaching the edge of the bed
causing him to fall backwards.
"Fear not, Sebastien, she will not harm you ... this is what
you _wanted_, is it not ? Another ‘me’ to satisfy your desires ?"
Slowly drawing himself up to an upright position on the edge
of the bed he composed himself a little, sure in his abilities
even as an apprentice to dismiss the conjured phantasm if it
became necessary. His eyes surveyed the perfect contours of the
image ... Imogene, how appropriate. Almost identical to Byronee in
build the obvious difference was the colour of her hair; scarlet,
it cascaded down onto her firm breasts and formed a neat,
similarly hued triangle between her legs.
"You would not want to be uncertain as to which was the image
and which real, would you ?" ... Byronee seemed to read his mind.
Imogene stepped forwards slowly until she stood directly in
front of Sebastien allowing him to examine her flawless, alabaster
skinned body for a few seconds before gently reaching down to take
his hand. Kneeling down on the rough floor she cradled his hand in
both of hers and pressed it to her right breast, letting him feel
the firm yet yielding flesh against his palm and the stiffness as
blood suffused her cinnabar areola under his touch. Her voice was
low and husky as she locked his gaze with her emerald eyes,
"I am yours for this night alone. I will not only _do_
anything you desire of me, but more than that, I will _want_ to do
so. Do not waste this opportunity, for few men are offered it"
The stirring between his legs returned with a vengeance,
straining uncomfortably against the material of his trousers.
While using her right hand to manipulate his fingers to pinch
gently at her erect nipple, Imogene reached down with her left.
Dexterously releasing his belt clasp and reaching inside his
waistband to grasp his engorged member, she released it from its
confinement and leaned forward, tongue moistening her crimson lips
as she did so. Letting go of his hand she carelessly ripped his
shirt asunder and flung it aside then pushed him back from his
upright seated position so the top half of his torso rested back
against the stone wall from where he watched as she slowly let her
tongue trace the full length of his shaft from base to bulbous
tip, then back down again. Arriving at the base of the shaft her
tongue did not stop its downward journey as he expected and he
felt its soft probing over the rough surface of his almost
unbearably sensitive scrotum, curving to cup each of his testicles
in turn then sliding between them down underneath his sac. Her
tongue withdrew from its ministrations for a moment as she leaned
forward a little and surrounded the whole scrotum with her soft
lips, drawing it into her mouth and then continuing to delicately
massage his testes with her roaming tongue until she could almost
feel the seed inside enter a frenzy to escape. Reaching with her
right hand, her left remaining on Sebastien’s hard, flat stomach
(but in no way obscuring his view of her oral attentions) she
delicately took hold of his hard shaft below the swollen glans
between her thumb and forefinger as she continued her tongue work
and gentle sucking. She pulled gently back on his foreskin until
it was tight then allowed it to return to its natural position,
repeating the movement at a deliberate pace, masturbating him only
enough to bring him to the edge of orgasm and not over into
release, occasionally pinching his member a little tighter between
her fingers to dampen his ardor. Sebastien could barely endure the
intense pleasure emanating from his groin and struggled to lean
forward, to reach out and speed his ejaculation, but Imogene’s
left hand held him firmly against the bed and he could only look
down into her unmerciful emerald eyes as she teased him in
unbearable ecstasy closer, ever closer to orgasm.
Her fingers began to pull progressively faster on the skin of
his erection as she pushed with her strong tongue more urgently
into his delicate and tender scrotal sac, bringing him to his
point of no return. Sensing that the moment was near she allowed
his balls to slip smoothly from the velvety hold of her mouth,
applying a final surge of suction as she pulled away and lifted
her head, hair falling back from her face. As she pulled back on
his shaft a final time keeping the skin taught she leaned to take
the head of Sebastien’s member into the entrance of her open
mouth. At long last he discharged his thick fluid between her lips
onto her tongue and into the back of her mouth, his whole body
jerking in time to his exhausted grunts as he watched his seed
enter Imogene’s open mouth between full crimson lips, her rapture
at tasting him evident in her fevered eyes and her flushed heaving
breasts. As his spasms finally subsided Imogene let her lips close
over his glans and he felt her tongue gingerly lick the last drops
of his semen from its eye and the slight suction as she swallowed
her mouth’s contents and released him from the soft, warm prison
of her lips.
"The first of many pleasures you will enjoy this night",
Imogene’s voice husky with desire, her body tensing a little as
amoral thoughts of passion swirled throughout her demonic mind. As
she spoke Imogene moved forward, stalking her way up Sebastien’s
still reclining body until her face was only inches from his own,
her hands now holding his arms down by his sides. She let her lips
gently brush his as she kissed a line gently across his cheek and
down to the side of his neck, her hair falling across his face as
she did so, compelling him to breath in its intoxicating aroma,
the warm scent filling his lungs and spreading throughout his
body, revitalising the spent muscles and sinews while sensitising
his tanned skin to the slightest touch. He felt the pliant lips at
his neck give way to small, delicate bites from her teeth as she
playfully extended her incisors, just nipping the soft skin above
his collarbone. With each touch of her mouth around his throat he
felt his erection start to stiffen to its former glory against the
soft, pale flesh of her thigh.
Over her shoulder his gaze was caught by Byronee’s fervoured
stare as she watched the couple from within her sorcerous
confinement. She had retaken her kneeling position, her right hand
trapped tightly between her long, pale legs rotating deliberately
as she pleasured herself. In response to his look she parted her
thighs so that he could watch her use her fore-finger to gently
manipulate the small bud of her clitoris occasionally letting the
other digits slide down the length of her flushed lips separating
them to reveal her moist inner folds. As she increased her rhythm
her breathing became more rapid and shallow, each breath now
joined by a small gasp of passion steadily becoming louder as her
body came ever closer to the rapture and release of orgasm.
As Byronee climaxed she threw back her head sending her long
hair cascading through the air, crying out in ecstasy, her small
ivory horns pushing up through the ebony mane. Her incisors
extended and retracted unconsciously in time with the contractions
of her vagina grasping the two fingers roughly driven into the
tight channel at her moment of deliverance, the juices from her
intense orgasm running down over her hand and pale thighs to the
rough stone floor.
The sight of Byronee in orgasm brought Sebastien back to full
erection, a state Imogene was fully aware of as she felt his thick
member press hard against the pliant flesh of her thigh, it’s
bulbous head rubbing against her dark red pubic mound. Releasing
his neck from the embrace of her lips she leaned further forward,
letting her firm breasts rub against his face and enjoying the
sensation of his tongue instinctively protruding to lick at her
stiff nipple. Liberating his left wrist she reached down to guide
him towards her moist, awaiting channel rubbing the glans
purposefully along the length of her labia over her sensitive bud
and back down to the entrance to her vagina before abruptly
pushing down onto him, burying his thick shaft inside her. The
sensation of pleasure as she did so caused her to arch back in
ecstasy releasing his other wrist as she lifted her hands to her
hair and ran her fingers through the deep red strands, head tilted
back, eyes closed, her lips parting to emit a low moan of
satisfaction. Slowly she rose a few inches from his body before
lowering herself deliberately again onto his manhood, her eyes
still shut, savoring the fulfilling sensation of him inside her.
Opening her eyes she reached out to his shoulders to steady
herself while she leaned to her left slightly and manoeuvred her
supple right leg out from under her to wrap it around his back
followed swiftly by her left. Pulling him towards her so that he
was sat up on the edge of the bed she smiled approvingly as his
hands moved to her taught buttocks and he spread his legs to allow
her to slip down his shaft before he puled her back onto him.
Again he let her fall away from him, again pulling her back
strongly onto his unyielding erection, and again ... and again ...
Her gasps of pleasure and sheen of perspiration revealed the
sensations traveling up from between her legs as repeatedly he
allowed her slide down his shaft then drew her back onto him,
thrusting himself inside her; a slight change in the position of
his hands to the small of her back offered her the support to
release his shoulders and arch backwards to heighten the
sensations she felt. Sebastien too was feeling familiar sensations
build within him as he continued to let Imogene slip down his
shaft before he buried himself back inside her by pulling her back
onto him; after his next lunge he held her for a second while she
writhed her hips to heighten their pleasure, feeling their coarse
pubic hair grind together, his hard pubic bone sending sensations
from her engorged clitoris to the pleasure centers of her brain.
Before the sensations overtake his control he leaned forward and
forced the strong muscles of his thighs to work, his hands holding
Imogene tightly in the small of her back he stood up, lifting the
svelte demon as he did so. Imogene’s arms fell around his neck as
her legs wrapped around him, her breasts pushed hard against his
chest while he kicked off his fallen trousers and moved towards
the nearby wall until Imogene felt herself pushed against the
rough stonework writhing in ecstasy on Sebastien’s shaft buried
deep within her. With the extra support offered by the stone he
could start to thrust into her again, his strong jerky lunges
returning a sexual euphoria to both their bodies. Imogene started
to lose control as her long nails clawed at his back and
shoulders, ivory horns forcing their way up through her disarrayed
hair to reveal her satanic vitality ... though the emerald fire
glowing in her eyes as she neared her moment of orgasmic release
was more than enough to give her away. As he felt his strength
finally begin to wane he steadied his stance a little to allow him
more purchase on the stone flags, obliviously knocking aside some
bric-a-brac on the floor behind him. Resuming his steady rhythm he
drove himself deep into Imogene as she continued to squirm in
pleasure at his forceful penetration of her stretched passage.
Quickening the pace he heard her breaths become more laboured,
coming now in gasps to match the soft grunts he himself uttered in
the back of his throat each time he entered her; thrusting one
last time her forced her hard against the wall with the weight of
his body and felt the orgasm rip through him, forcing his fluid
deep into her. At the sensation of him coming inside her Imogene
felt her own release and cried out in rapture, her clawed nails
digging into his back, her vagina fibrillating the length of his
shaft adding to the explosive sensations both were experiencing.
Eventually their bodies returned to their respective plateaus
from the peaks they experienced and after giving himself a moment
to regain some semblance of physical composure Sebastien stepped
backwards a pace and let her legs unwind from around his torso and
unhurriedly slide down the outside of his to the floor as his
penis softened and slipped from within her. He felt a trickle of
blood seep down his back (not painful but an ache that reminded
him strangely of the pleasure he’d experienced receiving it) and
looked at her face, radiant from her exertions. Her emerald eyes
glanced down to look at the floor behind him, a small smile
catching at the edge of her mouth. He looked down to see what it
was she found so ...
The candle lying on the floor, knocked from its small silver
saucer by his clumsiness, spat and spluttered into darkness, twin
curls of smoke spiraling gently towards the ceiling from its
snuffed wick. Beside the extinguished ward a pale foot swum into
his vision; his eyes trailed up the perfect ivory skin of the
attached leg, up over the slim waist and past the firm, retrousee
breasts to gaze into the unforgiving, steely blue eyes of the
liberated Byronee. Wings snapped out across the room, blowing out
the remaining candles, her face, still visible in the shaft of
moonlight slipping in through the high window, was thunder and
storm clouding diabolic beauty. A tongue slipped from between
crimson lips and over now visible extended canines, her voice
dripped chilled water down his spine "I Am Free ..."
"... so now what shall we do ?" the icewater melting as the
honeyed warmth returned to her lips, the malice in her cornflower
eyes replaced by lascivious mischief.
Sebastien jumped as he felt the soft stroke of a finger slip
down his back along the line of his still tender scratches.
Nervously grabbing a glance over his shoulder he met Imogene’s
green eyed gaze as she lifted the finger from his skin and brought
its now sanguine tip to her mouth. Sliding it sensuously between
her lips, her eyes never leaving his, she sucked his blood from
its tip and, leaving her finger between her teeth smiled broadly
at the fearful look on his face as he turned back to see Byronee
take a step closer; caught between Imogene’s devilish grin and
Byronee’s deep, blue eyes. He saw the two pass an unspoken message
and felt Imogene lay her hands on his broad shoulders and gently
apply pressure, guiding him to his knees before Byronee’s as yet
unfulfilled naked body. Byronee spread her legs a little as
Imogene gently pushed his head towards the dark triangle between
them, the hair still moist from her earlier self ministrations,
the aroma causing the lust to return to his body as he
submissively extended his tongue and began to gently lap at the
pink flesh visible below her pubic thatch. Delicately he parted
the hair around her sensitive labia with his tongue, separating
her delicate suffused lips to reach the aromatic nectar within
her. Exploring further with his supple tongue he searched out the
small bud at the juncture of Byronee’s labia and began to probe
gently at the erectile tissue as she moaned her satisfied approval
from above him. Imogene released his shoulders confident that he
would proceed of his own volition to pleasure the raven haired
beauty before him, and leaned forward over him to gently run her
lips over Byronee’s, her tongue brushing between them mirroring
Sebastien’s lower down. Byronee ran one hand into the hair of each
of them pulling Sebastien’s tongue into her aching crotch as she
pulled Imogene into a rough, deep lingering kiss to which Imogene
replied by letting her right hand slide up across Byronee’s thigh
and stomach to cup her left breast and began to gently squeeze the
pliant flesh, occasionally running her long clawed nail over the
sensitive crimson areola at its tip bringing it to a stimulated
state within moments. Her left hand meanwhile reaching around into
Byronee’s long black hair to pull her in for a yet deeper kiss,
both tongues probing, thrusting and wrestling inside the combined
space of their mouths as a third tongue pushed insistently at
Byronee’s sensitive clitoris. Byronee felt the unmistakable
pressure of orgasm begin to build writhing her body as the
sensitive flesh was stimulated by her two lovers and her still
extended wings began to thrash agitatedly at the air as her body
sought its fervoured release. Her left hand closed over Imogene’s
and squeezed it hard into the firm flesh of her breast, pushing
Imogene’s nails into her erect nipple and sending a bolt of sexual
pleasure down from her breast to her clitoris as it too was
tongued with ever more vigour as Byronee pulled Sebastien’s head
as hard is she dared into her crotch, bucking against his eager
mouth. Sebastien reached his hands round to grasp at Byronee’s
firm buttocks to give him more control over his aim as her crotch
writhed away under his lips and tongue, only to have his left
wrist grasped by the enraptured demonic woman and his fingers
pulled further between her taught globes to the constricted
entrance of her anus and guided until his index finger penetrated
within causing a delighted (but muffled) high pitched yelp from
deep within her throat. With a final kiss of Imogene’s willful
mouth she felt the red haired demon’s hand slip from her hair and
down to the sensitive spot between her wildly thrashing wings and
claw brutally against the flesh, joining the spasms of ecstasy
within her into a triangle of internal pleasure from her breast
through her wildly pounding heart across to the spot where Imogene
aggressively raked her nails, straight down her spine, spreading
out across her quivering buttocks, and back between her cheeks to
her gently stretched anus onto her tormentedly sensitised clitoris
and finally up through her vaginal passage to explode inside her
brain in a white soundless explosion of orgasmic euphoria.
Falling barely controllably to her knees she pulled back
Sebastien’s head and fell exhausted on his neck, canines extended
as she punctured the tender flesh letting her orgasmic pleasure
flow through the wound into him as she released his carmine fluid
into her mouth. As she did so she felt her own soft, white flesh
penetrated at the shoulder as Imogene’s fangs dug into her and
shared the rapture through Byronee’s hot, fiercely pumping blood;
her pleasure now shared amongst the three... intensified and
multiplied as it coursed into each of them.
Eventually the sensations subsided within each of their
exhausted and fully satiated bodies and after sharing the warm
afterglow of their passion finally slipped from each others grasp,
all breathing heavily from their exertions. Byronee was the first
to speak as she lifted her head and stared deep into the still
fervoured but still frightened eyes of her recent captor;
"I believe we have some ... bargaining to complete"
Sebastien’s eyes flicked nervously around the room and
towards the door as he felt his heart pound inside his chest ...
this time not from arousal or his recent physical exertion. There
was no chance of escape past Byronee and her flame haired image
who now stood by the exit from the small room, silent yet alert,
the perspiration still glistening on her naked skin. He rubbed his
hand nervously over the fresh wound in his neck, staining the tips
of his fingers with the blood still seeping slowly from the small
punctures. His final fate, he knew, was all but sealed ... a final
night of pleasure his conclusive reward for believing he was
strong enough to summon a fully fledged Demon of Passion.
"I want the book. Give it to me and I shall leave you be ...
unharmed"
"Anything, yes. Have it and leave as you ... Why don’t you
just take it ? Why don’t ... the clasp! You can’t touch it until I
remove the clasp !"
His voice betrayed his relief and excitement as he realised
he had one more card left to play ... and the card was true Major
Arcana.
"If you leave without the book my master could simply call
you later and bind you to his will."
"Not simply; I just would rather not take the chance"
His mind raced, his eyes feverishly bright, yet his words
were measured and slow,
"If I give you the book I’ll have to flee this place ... I’ll
have nobody to teach me, nowhere to stay, nothing"
"Except your life"
"Which I obviously want to keep, yes, but you _really_ want
that book so I think I’ll need ... something more"
"Name your price. I shall consider it"
"First a question; answer truthfully on your Oath". Byronee
nodded her assent. "Using the book, is it possible for you make
Imogene permanently able to exist on this plane ?"
"I swear on my True Name that, with your help, I may do so"
"Then she can remain with me, teach me, help me. This will be
our contract ... I shall remove the clasp that protects the book
from your touch in return for which you shall help me carry out
the ceremony to make Imogene able to exist on this plane
permanently. After this you shall perform a binding ritual ... ",
Byronee’s posture stiffened at his words, her eyes again becoming
cold, "...so that she will not harm me. It is, after all, only
your reflection that I wish to remain with me, not yourself"
"Are you certain of your wishes ?"
His eager eyes danced swiftly over to where Imogene stood, a
smile now adorning her lips, then back to Byronee. "Oh yes, I’m
sure"
"The Contract Is Agreed"
---
The ceremony at last reached it’s climax, a full six week’s
travel back to Byronee’s mansion then two week’s preparation and
eight hours of conjuration and ritual was about to reach it’s
conclusion. The mirror shimmered as Byronee’s reflection again
shimmered and Imogene stepped forth from the recently enchanted
mirror. Sebastien stepped forward and slid the sharp silver blade
across his palm to complete his part of the binding ritual and
release his enough of his life energy into Byronee’s control to
free Imogene from the ‘other world’ and allow the image to be
bound to him. He reverently handed the blade over to the flame
haired vision, the edge smeared with his lifeblood; taking it from
him she ran her tongue gingerly along its edge, tasting his
sanguine acquiescence to the contract. Turning with a somehow
brutal grace she plunged the knife into the mirror and felt it
splinter into inter-dimensional shards beneath her callous
penetration of the planar link ... her invisible cords to the
netherworld beyond the silver mirror finally broken. Sebastien
allowed himself a small smile of relief as he felt her link break
and his own reach out towards her ...
No, NO ... beyond her towards the myriad of images in the
splintered mirror adorning the floor and hanging loosely from the
ornate golden frame. Something was wrong, something had failed ...
he tried to shout out to the strangely sombre Byronee, to ask
...to call ... to plead for her help but no sound emerged as his
body faded into translucency and he felt himself sliding into
darkness ...
---
Byronee sat naked at her ornate dresser running the silver
backed brush through her long hair, letting the stiff bristles
rasp gently across her skin at the finish of each stroke. Through
the open door Imogene entered, a long azure cloak clasped at the
neck with a golden heart brooch around her shoulders, over a
frilled white linen shirt and snug riding britches. Her entrance
had been heralded by the sound of her high riding boots echoing on
the stone flagged floor of the corridor.
"Are you leaving so soon ? It has only been three weeks"
"I think it is for the best. I have to make my own life on
this mortal plane of existence, as you have. I cannot rely on you
for ever ... even though it was you brought me here. You have
enabled me to remain here rather than returning to the Abyssal
Domains and now I must explore my new home"
"Stay a little longer, for Sebastien’s sake if not my own. I
do not think he really understands yet and could not have
performed the ceremony without him"
"You are right, I owe him my gratitude for that at least. I
should speak to him. Can you ... ?"
"Of course"
Byronee turned to face the dresser and spoke softly,
"Sebastien, my sister wishes to speak with you"
Sebastien’s teary eyes stared back at hers from the silver
surface of the tall mirror, his head mutely nodding his
understanding from behind her reflection, and he listened ...
Inkubus
Demons are a ghoul's best friends
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